You keep runnin that mouth and I'm goin to take you back there and screw you.

The wrath of God lies sleeping. It was hid a million years before men were and only men have the power to wake it.

This country will kill you in a heartbeat and still people love it.

If one were to be a person of value that value could not be a condition subject to hazards of fortune. It had to be a quality that could not change. No matter what.

The world could only be known as it existed in men's hearts. For while it seemed a place which contained men it was in reality a place contained within them.

No lists of things to be done. The day providential to itself. The hour. There is no later. This is later. All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes.

You keep runnin that mouth and I'm goin to take you back there and screw you.